Behold, Our Bodies Are Laid Out

Haim Gouri

1948

To Dani and his friends

Behold, our bodies are laid out—a long, long row.
Our faces are altered. Death looks out of our eyes. We do not breathe.
Twilight dwindles and evening falls over the mountain.
Look—we do not come upright to tread the roads in the last light of sunset.
We do not make love, we do not strum strings in softly gentle sound,
We do not…
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